As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth. They go back to the upper Paleolithic: the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.
Gary Snyder
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"Clearing the mind and sliding in
To that created space,
A web of waters streaming over rocks,
air misty but not raining"
Taken from Gary Snyders - Mountains and Rivers without End, though not written by him.
But somehow it sums up your writing. X
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